I always thought love was for the weak,
never realized how fearless a lover could be
faced with predictions set panic to hearts
dreams of bullets set pulsing beats,
I’d jump in front of a train
for you,
has it ever occurred how reckless love is,
oil and fire never posed a threat
when that flutter wakes from inside,
never has the thunder sounded so calm,
and never has any tears ripped so much,
my heart dies
with you.